#smut is also welcome

[thatwolfnamednyla]

I've fallen in love with N from Pokemon after playing Black for the first time last summer and the lack of N fanfiction is so devastating 😭

Especially when you remove any N/Hilda or N/Hilbert fanfics. Cause they're teenagers and N is an adult. And like, I want to give the benefit of doubt to a lot of fanfic writers that maybe they just want a character in the place of the protagonist and they don't actually ship N with a teen and are using Hilbert/Hilda as shorthand for a generic character, especially if they specify that the protags are meant to be aged up, but I don't know. It still makes me feel iffy.

I feel like more people should just...make an original character to ship with N. Just make an original character and say that the character is taking the place of the protagonist. That would make things so much easier and less uncomfortable.

But most people don't do that and I am starving for N content AAAAAAA

if anyone has any recommendations, whether it includes romance or not (completely fine with platonic interactions, especially if it's platonic N and Hilda/Hilbert because they should be friends and N should have a healthy support system and people who care about him and learn how to have fun and live life not being in a cult!!!!), please share!!!

[shotmrmiller]

in which johnny gifts the love of his life a sex toy outta nowhere

when you mumble into the phone that you miss him, johnny, he pauses for a second, then tells you he's going to bring you a gift back home. "to keep ye company, hen." after, he locks himself in a bathroom stall and watches you play with yourself until you both come.

but you'd thought he'd bring you a pet. a live animal that needs a cage to be brought across the world, not a long, slim unmarked box.

it's a sex toy. and it's rather large, at that. your hand wraps around the base, fingertips still a good inch apart.

"and i'm supposed to be using that?" his arms wrap around your waist, his thick stubble grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, raising goose flesh.

"don't like it? only had ye in mind, hen." he presses a wet kiss on your fluttering pulse. you've never really talked about toys in your relationship. you don't need them, of course, and johnny more than makes up for the time lost between you two whenever he's home but this?

"i don't know," you mumble. "a bullet would've made more sense, i think. at most a rose." his hands run up your sides, to the swell of your breasts and give you a gentle squeeze. he doesn't believe the tripe of people valuing size over all else, does he? the thing is easily as thick as your forearm and it's corded with veins. and it's uncut. whoever is making these are going to extreme lengths to make it as realistic as possible.

he bucks his hips, prominent bulge in his jeans coming to rest in the small of your back. of course he'd get excited. menace.

"ye willnae have t'use it alone now tha' i'm here. 'sides, i think ye'd look perfect with my pretty kitty stretched thin around it." johnny grabs your hips firmly, creating small divots as his grip tightens. "maybe i'll watch ye fuck yerself on it, hm? lap at yer clit while ye do." liquid heat pools in your belly, pulsing hot between your legs.

he really wants you to use it, given by his ragged breathing and he rutting himself against you. fine. "okay. just, not right now, yeah? i want only you in me." his eyes burn fluorescent as he nods, his large hand cradling your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you missed this. the sweet sting of his cock sliding home in your aching cunt, the sharp pinch below your navel when his tip comes to sit snugly against the plug of your womb. you've missed this. missed him.

maybe he'll forget all about that monstrosity sitting in the box.

-

he doesn't. he's bringing it up hours later, his spend still dripping warm on your thighs. johnny cannot be serious.

"course i am, hen." his fingers sweep at the hair stuck to your sweat-slick forehead. "is it a crime to want to see ye split open on some- something else?"

you think nothing of his stutter. "alright," you groan. if that's what he wants. it'll be interesting to see just how much you can take. you'll never tell him that your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought, his cum trickling out faster, pooling on the sheets.

-

it's not warm. the tip of it presses against your swollen entrance, cold in contrast to your heated flesh. johnny watches you swallow a gasp, your trembling hands reaching for his as you slide down an inch, two, three. johnny's cum is wonderful lube, but the searing burn- the size of toy is overwhelming, your walls being wrenched apart as you glide down further. johnny presses a prickly kiss on your cheek, cooing in your ear all the while his clever fingers draw gentle circles on your clit. "focus on breathin', bonnie. yer tensin' up."

desire begins to bubble beneath your skin, pleasure causing your muscles to warm and slacken, and after a long couple of minutes, you find yourself at the base.

but then johnny grabs your hips from behind and pulls- oh. "that's it." if you'd thought the toy had originally been in your stomach, it's now in your throat. "pretty as a peach, hen. jus' wha' i wanted to see." a shiver dances up your spine, notches trembling as you get used to the unforgiving stretch of the toy. his breath warms the side of your neck. "on yer go."

you come around it no less than three times, leaving it milky and johnny cleans it up with his mouth before he cleans you up.

-

the girth of it is something you'll never get used to but it does get easier. when johnny goes back to work, he tells you that all he asks for are videos of you using it. for his collection, he greedily says.

you send him as many as you can, no matter the hours. just a quick nsfw text before getting his thumbs up and away it goes. it's incredibly fun. the relationship hadn't been dull by any means, but this just feels invigorating. you feel rejuvenated. that johnny is your biggest cheerleader while using it is such a bonus.

you oughta marry him. maybe you'll elope the next time he's home. but when the next time comes, johnny calls you instead of messaging you the usual be home soon text.

and it sends you reeling.

bonnie. the toy treat ye well while i was gone?

no better than you could me, but yeah. i'm still sore from using it in the last video i sent you.

that's great. if ye like the toy then ye'll love the real thing, i ken. we'll be there in 10.

[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

OCT. 17 — KINKTOBER ‘23

KNIFE & GUN PLAY WITH JASON TODD

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, blood, gun play isn't gorey, penetrative sex, cum play for a second, possessive jason, reader calls jason daddy once, (if i missed any pls message me!)

jason hesitated only slightly when you had mentioned having rougher sex. took a beat to read your face one night after dinner when the topic was somehow brought up, a tilt of his head and arch of his brow following.

it wasn’t like the two of you were purely vanilla when it came to your bedroom tendencies. you started by asking jason to choke you, your hand placing overtop of his to press harder—clearly nervous of his strength and your limits. then, jason tested out slapping… and with the way your pussy clenched around him, it was safe to say there was a green light in front of that too.

but… when you were playing with the switchblade that the man kept in his pocket when you had run the blade over your fingers gently, and the words, "i wouldn’t be upset if you used this in bed," fell from your tongue, jason could only smirk to himself.

"want me to put a lil’ tattoo on you princess?" he asks, holding his hand out in asking for the blade, to which you hand to him. you nod with a grin, lifting up the thin fabric of your pajama shorts. the soft flesh of your upper thigh being exposed, your fingers running over the skin. "right here," you say, the skin right under the hem of your panties being traced with your fingertip.

you look from the skin between your hip and thigh to jason who’s sat in front of you, his eyes darkening as he looks at your skin. the hand that’s not holding the blade grabs the soft flesh, squeezing it and giving it a little tap.

"'jason’s'… how does that sound?" green eyes meet yours, his demeanor changing to one of those that says he's ready to pounce on you at any given second. "mhm, mark me up. wouldn’t be your first time," you nod with a laugh, pulling up your top to show one of your boobs, a dark purple love mark sucked into the skin from two days prior.

jason tilts his head in thought, questioning if he should hold out on telling you his desire that followed yours. the desire that has just reached the front of his mind, a thought that only a questionable vigilante who's killed hundreds would have. his eyes trailed over your body as he does so, to which you scrunch your eyebrows. "yes?" he holds a momentary finger up at you as he silently walks away, making his way into your bedroom without a word.

a few minutes go by, your attention is turned to the television until the man walks back into the room. nothing has changed about him, besides the fact that he’s holding a hand behind his back. one end of jason’s lips is tugged upwards despite the nervousness to reveal the idea he was keeping away from you.

he takes a seat, sweatshirt bunching up around his hips as he brings his arm forward. now your eyes widen—excited and nervous yourself. the hesitation is understandable, as any other sane person would most likely make a run for it.

the shiny, clean metal was one you’d only seen when jason had come home from being the red hood. when he had come off of patrol and you were in the rarity of being awake at the late hour of the night, watching him strip himself of his vigilante clothing and tools. the tools he had hidden in the back of your shared closet, several locks attached as a safety measure.

the mechanism that your boyfriend had used hundreds of times—either to take a life or to severely hurt another. now, holding it in front of you, his eyes never leaving your face.

"why not both?" he asks, turning the gun to show you that the safety is on, continuing to open the slots where bullets would be found and showing that it was clear of any possibilities of harm.

while jason was around guns and every possibility of weaponry on a daily basis, you weren’t. but, you weren’t opposed to the idea, and the way your heart rate quickened and your underwear started to get wet was proof of that.

with wide eyes you nod and stand up to take jason’s hand, leading you to the room that you were normal to experimenting in.

you both were quick to strip yourselves of clothes, your mind occupied with ways that you could make use of the gun, finally landing on the one thing that you know jason would like.

on a carpet in front of your bed, you fall to your knees on the ground below you, hands sitting pretty and expectantly on your thighs. wide eyes watch your boyfriend smirk at the way you’re ready for him, finding his space in front of you, standing tall and proud with the gun still in his hand.

if jason hadn’t cleaned his guns religiously, you wouldn’t dare to put the one in his hand anywhere near you—god knows what would lie on the surface of it. but, jason took care of them as if they were his prized possession, the same way he took care of you.

so, he places the gun in front of him, right where his cock would usually fall if you were to suck him off. instead of him, though, your tongue slips between your lips to find the tip of the gun, letting it lay flat against the underside of the cool metal while his cock stands proudly behind it.

his eyes stay pointed downwards, watching the way you wrap your lips around the cold metal. while his face doesn't read anything but focus, his internals are going off the charts. his cock hard as a rock while his heart beats faster and faster in anticipation. anticipation of watching you suck his gun, and his cock, and fucking you with pretty metal touching your throat and scarlet running down your thigh from his idea of a tattoo.

while your soft lips left a salivated mess on the tip of jason's pistol, you decided to bring a hand to his member. thumb running over the tip, pleased to feel his pre and following suit in running down his length, beginning to slowly jerk him off. a soft smile tugging your lips when you watch his breath hitch in his throat from the contact.

like a flick of a light switch, jason's throwing the weapon to your bed with a shake of his head. helping you stand up with a hand holding your throat, forcing a choked whine to leave you because of the strength of your boyfriend. your eyes go wide when he leans down to face you, grip still holding the soft skin that coats your neck.

"i'm gonna give it all to you tonight, sweetheart. don't worry about that pretty head of yours, okay?" he questions, throwing you on the bed and finally releasing you, allowing you space and time to catch your breath while jason takes his time crawling between your legs that you oh-so gladly spread for him.

it should be a crime to be as wet as you are due to the minimal contact your boyfriends had with you. hardly laying more than a hand on you and dripping onto the bed without care, eyes meeting his dark ones and watching as he grabs the gun once more.

only this time, his confidence is at a high. all hints of hesitation leaving his body and the action of rubbing the opening of the gun between your folds is done selfishly. of course, he knows it feels good with the symphony of whines and moans you sing for him, but he can't help but to indulge in the sight alone. dark eyes watching the way your cunt flutters, begging to be penetrated rather than teased with the metal.

jason's hungry for everything you give to him.

"such a slut," he begins, locking eyes with you once more, "all wet from a fuckin' gun?" you babble something that sounds like a confirmation, and it makes jason scoff, halting his movements just where you need him; tip of his gun pressed and paused at your entrance. "beg for it."

your cheeks flush, turn red at the demand he makes. but, it's dumb to deny it. dumb to act like you won't fuck the killing machine that was just pressed to the puffy lips of your mouth.

"fuck me with it, please," you say lightly, knowing it's not enough, but wanting to push jason further. after all, he said he'd give it all to you tonight, so you'll make him prove it.

his voice grows deeper, louder and he nudges your clit that begging for attention with the metal, allowing weight to fall on it which makes you squirm under his harsh gaze. "fuckin' pathetic... fuck you with what?"

your eyes roll back, hips rolling forward in attempt to move the dead weight that is the gun and gain some stimulation. but, it's to no avail. your eyes grow wide, swollen lips closing before opening once more. "please daddy, wan' you to fuck me with your gun. gonna feel so good, please please please," you press, and jason eats it entirely. angry red cock spilling with precum, milky streak falling against one of his veins.

"mhm, princess," he says, moving the gun downwards and pressing it to your entrance once more, slowly, eyeing the way your hole swallows the metal that pushes inwards until it can't anymore. the sweet moan is something he appreciates, though he knows the size is only a fraction of his cock that you're used to. but, the coolness of it does enough to feel foreign and good.

with a cocky smirk on his lips, he begins fucking you with the weapon. pulling it in and out of you slowly, but increasing in speed with each thrust he delivers; a big hand holding it with his index and middle finger holding the trigger subconsciously. aiming straight towards your cervix, which he'll touch soon enough.

and he fucks you well. fucks you with an arm that has pretty scars and newer cuts littering the skin. veins starting on the top of his hand and trailing to his forearm pumping blood that's evident in the way his cock is begging for attention. but he wants you to cum once on the gun. make a mess out of it in a way that's unlike anything he's ever experienced.

and once you're arching your back against blankets, moaning his name out in a near yell, and attempting to move a hand between your legs to get him to stop fucking you, stimulation too much, he finally gets what he wants.

jason's perverted thoughts cloud his head when he's slow to pull the gun out of you. looking at the metal that's covered in your milky essence. slow enough that there's a string of wetness that connects you to the weapon, and he could cum from that alone.

but the real finale is when he realizes that your cum is filling the barrel of the gun, filling the once-empty space with yourself. he brings it to your lower tummy, spilling the mess all over you in a manner that's filled with pure filth. proceeding to throw the gun to the side, acknowledging the fact that it's served its purpose for tonight. the pain of his hard-on is finally coming to his attention, and he needs to stuff his pussy.

"how'd that feel, gem?" he questions, moving against covers and watching your half-lidded eyes. both hands pull your thighs up so he can push them back, tip teasing your swollen entrance. "g-good," you whimper, and jason would be lying if he paid any attention to your response. your convulsing pussy is the only thing that has his attention right now, the way you're attempting to suck him whole.

and without warning, he's pushing his entire length between your legs, filling you whole and halting his movements once he's completely surrounded by your soft walls. groaning at the sensation of you clenching around him, but resisting moving his hips the way he wants to.

one hand remains gripping the fat of your thigh while the other grabs the switchblade lying on the mattress beside your pretty figure. flicking it open with his fingers, somehow making it look like an art while he's in the process of doing so. your attention follows it, almost forgetting that you're being stuffed full of jason's cock without movement. unwillingly cockwarming the man.

"remind me, baby. where'd you want my name?" jason's eyes move to meet yours, and without fail, a whimper slips past your lips and he feels the tightness that's close to making him hammer himself into you. but he has the patience and self-control that you don't.

his palm meets yours halfway, letting go of your thigh and letting his hand fall overtop of yours, smoothing over the top of your thigh. in the space that's dangerously next to where he's laid out inside of you, and it makes him more hungry for you if that was possible.

he's transferring his blade to the hand that's closer to the skin where you want it, tracing only enough for your skin to become a shade lighter under the pressure. once again looking up at you, he takes note of the way your lips fall open while anticipation grows in your eyes. it makes him smile wildly, a reminder that you want this. that you're the one who asked for it.

"'s gonna hurt," you whimper, and jason shakes his head, setting the blade on your thigh while his big hand takes your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks. "you can handle it, baby. c'mon, where'd my strong girl go?" a smile pulls your lips upwards. "it'll feel just like that tattoo you wanted, it's like a trial before the real thing." he leans towards you, holding back a groan from the way he pushes himself deeper inside your cunt to do so, giving you a sloppy and messy open-mouthed kiss.

then he's pulling back, blade in hand once more, and beginning to get to work. the whimpers are a symphony to his ears as he presses the sharp tip against your soft skin, cutting his name so pretty in your flesh. his eyes watch the way the deep red liquid peeks through the cracks, beginning to drip down the side of your skin. the hand that's not cutting his name into you is squeezing and rubbing the skin of your stomach soothingly.

his hips moving in small circles, enough to give the both of you something, but not enough to make him mess up his painting.

"so fucking pretty, honey," jason says as soon as he's finished, throwing the bloodied blade on the floor to clean up later. but his eyes are unable to see his finished work of art, and jason isn't one to waste.

pulling out of you with a moan, he leans down to the expanse of your thigh, licking over the blood with his tongue flat. he doesn't take note of how you sit up, your eyes widening at the stinging but warm sensation. you watch the way scarlet red coats his tongue, finding its way to the corners of his lips while he sits back up on his knees.

jason's cock stands tall as he uses his thumb to collect the blood from his lips, dark eyes watching yours as he sucks on his own digit. longer than needed, but he can see you like it; whether it be your fluttering cunt or your eyebrows that furrow. he laughs, knowing he's completed what had to be done in order for you to fully be his property.

because now jason's pretty slut girlfriend can't show her cunt to any other man without reading jason's name right beside it.

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[cyberghouleo]

“She won't ever get enough once she gets a little touch”

Tim Wright x Bimbo! Reader

Tim starts becoming infatuated with someone he was supposed to be stalking. After weeks of being around you, he decides he can't take it anymore.

cw : bimbo! fem reader, fingering, cunnilingus, dom Tim, dumbification

wc : 2.8k

ao3 link:

a / n : requests are open !!

Tim couldn’t take it, he couldn’t hold back anymore. What started off as a mission to get information out of you was starting to turn into an infatuation with you. And it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You were the one who just had to wear the tiniest skirts he had ever seen out in public or wearing the tight crop tops that you often forgot to wear a bra with. Or the heels you could hardly walk in, causing you to stumble out in public and show your ass off to him.

He never planned on getting caught stalking you, he just wanted to be a silent watcher from your window as you played with yourself late at night or when you changed right in front of the window with the curtains wide open. But one night, he followed you too closely from work and he was sure his cover was blown. He figured as soon as you saw him, you would scream and tell him to fuck off. But it never came. Instead, you talked to him like he was a normal person and not someone who has been jerking off to the sight of you outside your window for the past few weeks. You were so dumb and naive when it came to your surroundings, you made everything so easy for him. All it took to get your number was lying about being a neighbor, and you were instantly giving him it. When you bent over to type your number in his phone, your tits almost spilled out your shirt. That’s when Tim knew he had to befriend you so he could get closer to making you his.

Playing your fake friend wasn’t a hard task, you mostly just called him or asked him to come over to your house, a house he already knew the entire floor plan from stalking you at night. You always wore the skimpiest clothes around him, short dresses that you never seemed to close your legs in, giving him a clear view of the tiny thong you were wearing. You often got your white shirts wet, showing off the lace bra underneath clearly. After you “befriended” him, it only gave him more chances to see you in sexual ways without you realizing it. You often would bend over in front of him, showing off your pink panties with no shame or realization.

However, as Tim played along as your neighbor/friend, he also saw just how naive and oblivious you were. You would tell him stories about your day and tell him the inappropriate things said to you, asking him to explain what it meant since you didn’t understand it. The idea of another man taking advantage of your intelligence and naivety to get a quick flash made him angry enough to want to track down the person and kill them for that alone. He hardly killed outside of required missions but anybody who disrespected you or got to get the same peeks that he got were the only exceptions.

The moment that made Tim finally lose it was when he was watching you walk home from the store. This was a normal occurrence that happened as he promised to himself that he would make sure you got home safely every day. You were walking through a crowded area when someone smacked your ass, running away laughing as you stood there confused and looking around for the assaulter. You gave up after a few seconds and continued walking home. He had already tracked the person down and gave them the deserved slow death, but he also needed to come over to put an end to this chase. He needed to make you his so you could have someone protect you in the public so nothing like this would happen again.

It was late in the afternoon when three loud knocks came from your door. You were wearing your usual short skirt and crop top as you opened the door, revealing a pissed off Tim wearing his usual flannel and jeans. Before you could open your mouth to greet him, he burst through your door as soon as you answered, pushing past you and storming into your living room.

“What’s wrong Tim?” You asked, head tilted and lips open slightly. Tim almost didn’t hear your question as he was focused on your lips, thinking how hot they would look wrapped around his cock as your mascara ran down your face.

He hissed, “You.” You bite the inside of your cheek, your head tilting to the side even more. “You’re the fucking problem, you’re such a tease to me.”

You stared at him blanking, not quite understanding what he meant. “Are you upset with me?” You asked, your arms coming together which caused your tits to be pushed together. You were going to be the death of him if you kept acting this way. He brought his fist up to his mouth, giving you a quick nod. Your lips formed into a cute pout. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

The question was almost too easy, it felt like a set up. He stared at you for a second to see if you were being serious or not before he responded. “I think the only way to make this up to me is to let me do something.”

You quickly nodded your head up and down, eyes wide open and full of hope. “Okay! I just don’t want to lose you as a friend, Tim.” God you were so fucking cute and so eager to please, it was a sight that could make him cum on the spot.

“Good girl, if you do what I say I’ll forgive you.” You really didn’t want to lose him as a friend, so you believed him. He had never given you a reason to doubt him before. You nodded in response as he approached you, his hand coming up to cup and caress your cheek. You leaned into the touch, eyes closed as you let out a sigh of content. It was endearing to see how much you trusted him, even after all the disgusting fantasies he thought of while he spied on you in your own house.

He started to lean towards you, his eyes locked on your lips that shone with lip gloss. As soon as your lips met he started kissing you desperately, your soft moans filling his mouth as his hand found its way to the back of your head, tangling itself into your hair. He tilted your head back to get a deeper kiss, you moaned as he tugged on your hair. You pushed your body into his, your chest pressed against his as your lips moved in sync with each other. His other hand rested on the small of your back, pressing you closer into him. This was the closest he had gotten to you before, and your smell was intoxicating to him. He pulled away from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your lips together for a split second. Your face was starting to heat up and your lip gloss was already smeared off your lips.

His hand traveled from your lower back to the front of your stomach, fingers slowly creeping under your crop top as he kissed along your neck. You moaned out softly as his hand groped your tit, he was never more thankful that you weren’t wearing a bra today. His fingers traced around your nipple before placing his thumb and pointer finger around it, slightly pinching as he felt it harden underneath his touch. You let out soft moans as you continued to push your body against his, desperate to get as close as possible to his touch. Your body was responding to his touches before your mind could, instinctively addicted to his touch as you felt heat start to pool within your stomach. While continuing to pinch your nipple, his mouth stopped near the bottom of your neck as he switched from kissing to softly sucking with enough pressure to leave a mark. He wanted everyone to see the mark and know you belonged to someone, specifically him. You let out soft whimpers as he nipped at the skin, moaning out his name quietly under your breath as you rubbed your legs together, desperate to get any type of friction between your legs.

Tim waited forever to hear you moan out his name, and he was starting to grow impatient as his jeans started to tighten up. He pulled away from your neck, his mouth detaching with a ‘pop’ sound before he turned you around, your back facing him. He guided you to bend over onto the kitchen counter, a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades to keep you planted against the cold countertop. His other hand quickly found the end of your skirt, flipping it up onto your lower back. Your pink thong and ass were fully exposed to him, the same ass Tim had replayed over and over in his head as he jerked off late at night. He had only ever seen accidental upskirts so far, but now it was fully open to him and only him. His dick strained against his pants as he traced the outline of your slit, your body arching into his touch as you mewled out. His fingers ghosted over your lips, just enough pressure for you to moan out and try to push further back to feel his fingers more. You were such a fucking slut and he has yet to even do anything, he loved it. He slid your panties to the side, exposing your cute pussy to him. He waited for years it felt like to get this close to you, you were so vulnerable to him right now and you were all his.

His middle and pointer finger spread your lips open, you were already soaking wet and it only fueled his ego more. This was the wettest he has ever seen you, even when you were using your vibrator alone at night. After coating his middle finger with your wetness, he circled your clit in slow circles, your hips stuttering and grinding against him.

“Puh-Please Tim,” You moaned out.

“Please what?” He kept his slow pace as he pressed himself into you, his dick against your ass and his chest laying against your back. He could smell your shampoo and perfume, and he had to restrain himself from bucking his hips into your ass.

“Please touch me more.”

Hearing you beg underneath him made him instantly stand up straight, ready to show you how eager he has been for this moment and just how good he will make you feel. He removed his hand from your back, telling you to keep still as he kneeled below you.  Sitting on his knees underneath you as he stared up at your pussy, he placed his hands on your hips before flattening his tongue, starting with small kitten licks around your clit. The feeling of his tongue against you caused you to gasp out, moaning as he started licking in long deep strokes that started from your entrance and up to your clit. After a few licks, he stopped at your clit and started sucking, an action that causes your knees to buckle as you moan out loudly. Your hands try to grasp anything on the table to stabilize yourself as you feel your body start grinding against his tongue, begging to feel more of him. Tim couldn’t get enough of you, the taste of you made his dick pulse as he palmed himself through his pants. You were unapologetically moaning out loudly as you felt your core start to tighten up, heat from between your legs had started to spread throughout your whole body.

As soon as you started to grind weakly against his tongue, Tim pulled away with a sloppy wet sound as you groaned out from the lost contact. You were so close to cumming and needed him to push you over the edge of an orgasm. Tim stood up from underneath you, now standing behind you as you stayed bent over the countertop, your back falling up and down rapidly with your increased breathing.

“Timmm…” You whine out, your voice slightly muffled. Tim’s nails pressed crescent shaped indents into his palm as he clenched his fist, trying to distract himself from how hot his name sounded rolling off your tongue.

“Hmm?” He responded as his hand traced your ass slightly, the contact making you push your body against his hands even more.

“I want…I want you to make me cum.”

Hearing you moan this out made his hands instantly leave your body, reaching down to unzip his pants to pull his dick out. Precum was already leaking from his tip and down his length as he gave a few lazy strokes. His hand found your hip, resting there as he started to line himself up with your hole. You grinded up and down as soon as you felt his dick in between your thighs, mewling out as you desperately needed him inside of you now.

“God, you're such a pathetic slut for letting me do all this naughty stuff to your body. You're such a whore for letting me touch you this way, you know that?”

You moaned out a yes as you felt him start to stretch you out, his cock slowly entering you with ease. It took all of his restraint to not thrust deep into you, as badly as he wanted this, he also knew he was going to have to start off gently.

“You're so eager to make me happy, aren't you baby?” He didn’t mean to call you by the pet name but it came out so naturally he didn’t mind.

“Mhmmm… I just… want you happy, Tim.” Hearing you moan out his name made him let out a long groan.

Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in until he bottomed out, both of you letting out moans at the sensation. The way you squeezed and tightened around him made him second guess how long he was going to be able to last inside you. You started wiggling your hips against him, thrusting back and forth against him as you started to grow impatient. The sight of you underneath him had Tim feeling as if he was dreaming, how badly you wanted him to start fucking you and how tight you were clenched around him.

His hands travel down to grip your waist before he started thrusting in and out at a slow speed. You let out a small gasp as you feel him start fucking you, trying to push your body against him to match his thrusts to pick up the speed. Tim takes the hint, quickening his thrusts as you moan out below him. The girth and size of him was hitting spots that you weren’t used to, a hot knot already starting to form as your nails scraped along the countertop as you struggled to find anything to hold onto while he pumped in and out of you.

The orgasm sweeps through your body as you clamp down around him, moans pouring out as drool spills from your lips and onto the counter below you. Tim continues to fuck you through your orgasm as you come down, your clit sending pulses through your body as you feel yourself start to twitch around him. Feeling how tight you were around his dick causes his grip on your hips to tighten, his fingers pressing deep into your skin as he tries to focus on anything but cumming now.

After trying to wait as long as possible, Tim gives a few weak thrusts in and out before he pulls out, instantly missing the grip your pussy had around him as his hand wraps around his dick and he starts pumping up and down. Cum spurts from his dick in long thick hot ropes as you feel it hit your lower back and spread around your ass, deep guttural grunts escaping him as he gritted his teeth. You stay still as you both try to catch your breath, Tim’s chest heaving up and down as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. He couldn’t remember the last time he was as worn out as he was now, but he also couldn’t remember a time he was this horny. Before he could grab something to clean off his cum from your ass, you looked back at him over your shoulder, your makeup now smeared and a fucked-out expression painted on your face.

“How else can I make you happy Tim?” You asked with a small smile that Tim returned with a grin as he felt himself start to get hard again.

[toshidou]

i sent this to cas but had to share it with the class <33

könig/ghost x afab!reader

tags // NSFW 18+, this was written with both of our favourite masked men in mind, so pick whoever you want, pussy eating, overstimulation, somnophilia, first time munchers könig and ghost <3

now, bear with me here. what if, because of the respective masks, they had never had the opportunity to eat someone out, preferring to stick to impersonal one off encounters that involve as little clothing removed as possible. until you.

when they finally get to a point where they feel comfortable enough to reveal themselves, to show you the barest bones of themselves, do they realise the new opportunity presented to them in the form of your spread legs.

it would start off hesitant, unsure, a little anxious to be so exposed along with the pressure of making you feel good despite being in completely unfamiliar territory. and yet, as soon as their lips make contact with your cunt, it's game over. frenzied is the only word that comes close to summarising it, devouring you like a man starved, as though the apex of your thighs were an oasis amidst a barren desert. he doesn't even notice the first time you cum against his tongue, nor the second.

It's only when he feels your thighs go limp around his head does he finally resurface for air, only to realise you've passed out, overstimulation leaving your unconscious body twitching. and he knows he should stop, should check on you, but your glistening cunt steals his attention away, and just like that, he’s sucking your clit into his mouth. Hours would pass by, brief moments of lucidity pulling you back to the surface to babble garbled words into your hand before you're out once again, left at the whim of the man between your legs.

[chikaras-garden]

I want dick to finger me in his suit because damn those fingers👀

-🌟 anon

You’re onto something.

“Couldn’t fucking wait, could you?”

You’re shoved up against a wall, cheek pressed to some fancy wainscoting in this dark hallway. Dick’s voice is no louder than a ragged sigh next to your ear, and that’s probably for the best: you’re supposed to be slipping into and out of Penguin’s hideout-du-jour, but…

“Suck on my fingers,” he husks, but he doesn’t wait for permission before shoving his middle and ring finger past your lips, the other two framing your chin. Blue spandex disappears into your mouth, and your eyes flutter closed in response. His other hand ghosts over your hip and ass, then hurriedly slips into the bottoms of your costume and between your thighs.

His fingers toy with your intimate curls and then your slick folds. When you softly moan, he simpers. “Shh, baby. My needy little girl wanted this, so this is what she gets.”

In acknowledgement of the negative amount of minutes you have to be doing this, Dick buries two fingers into your cunt and pumps with the same amount of force you just watched him use to take down a mob henchman intent on killing you. You squeeze your eyes shut to stop tears from forming while you struggle to breathe, suddenly dizzy as pleasure erupts in your stomach. Creamy white arousal drips down his knuckles, staining the cobalt fabric that stretches over his hand.

His lips find your throat: kissing, biting, licking. He’s going to bruise you, but that’s fine; his are the only bruises he likes to see on your pretty skin.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Thirst/comfort???? How about Luci about to have sex with reader (their first time) and they cant at all relax? They're really tense and shaky because they know its gonna hurt. (Luci comforting reader during the whole thing? i dont know if this counts as a thirst)

-🍊Oranchi🍊

18+ nsfw headcanon // minors do not interact

Omg 😩💕!!!

Lucifer is a caretaker at heart and that extends to the bedroom. Depending on what u want huehue 😏

He knows if it's done right, it shouldn't be that painful. Of course he knows everyone is different but he assures you that he will try to make it the least painful as possible, 'slow and steady' is how it'll be done he tells you when he sees how nervous you are.

He would be so soft and sweet, he loves you and he wouldn't do anything to harm you. He would check in on you frequently through out the whole session. He'd be so gentle, praising you when he can.

"Look at how well you're taking my fingers already."

He'd press soft tender kisses to your face and neck as his warm lubed up fingers gently finger fuck you. He'd murmur a small "we can stop anytime you're uncomfortable my little lamb."

He will make sure you're as comfortable as you can be. After all, and perhaps there's some selfishness here, it'd hurt his pride if you didn't enjoy your first time with him.

"Mm...doing so good. The tip is already in, how are you feeling?" He asks and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"Oh my little lamb wants more? Very well then." ⬦

also someone requested a virgin mc version of this back in june and I've been sitting on it ever since. perhaps I should continue to work on it?🫣

Lucifers part is actually done and idk if I wanna release that by itself or not in case I don't actually finish it... Decisions of an amateur writer. 😔

[hoejosatoru]

Post war Levi, who is opening himself up to romantic love for the first time. He could not fathom letting himself love someone when he could lose them at any time. Honestly, he thought he lost his ability to love until he met you.

Once he falls in love, it’s opening the fucking floodgates. If there is a way to be healthily obsessed, that is Levi. Like he loves you so much and is so attentive and caring. No one would believe how soft Captain Levi became with the love of his life.

Levi touches you with upmost reverence; his kisses feel like worship. He always takes his time with you. He wants to feel you, kiss you, taste you. He wants to know that you’re real, and you’re not going anywhere, and you’re his. He’s almost desperate at times, never fully able to shake the fear that he could lose you even when he knows you’re safe. When he wakes up shaking for nightmares, you’re the only person who can calm him.

The closest he comes to heaven is when he is inside you. It’s beyond just physical pleasure for him, it makes him so close to you. It’s like feeling connecting, body and soul. When he is making love to you, it is the only time he can truly forget everything and just feel at peace.

He truly gets no greater pleasure than pleasuring you. Hearing you moan his name, feeling you cum around him, know he is what brings that blush to your cheeks, it’s like a drug to him. He can never get enough. The love you have for each other is so sweet and pure and full. Levi can’t believe he went so long without having this in his life, but now that he’s found it he’s never letting go.

[fangirlies]

Fwb xavier

Warnings: minors dni!! sexual themes mentioned. fingering. possessive!xavier. rough handling. curse words. slapping. dirty talk. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Now picture Fwb Xavier enraged when seeing you and Tyler at the weathervane. He resists the impulse to grab you by the arm and drag you out of the coffee shop since the two of you have agreed that you are nothing more than a hookup. Ajax is snickering in his ear, reminding him that Xavier’s down bad. Xavier's face is the deepest shade of red anyone has ever seen, and his leg is bouncing uncontrollably.

“You’re fucking whipped man,” Ajax’s laughter was the last thing he heard. He approached the booth where you and Tyler were seated without giving it a second thought.

“I’m leaving,” Xavier’s eyes were cold and sharp staring directly at yours; not even acknowledging the jackass of the barista. Your face is completely blanketed with perplexity as you turn to face him.

“Okay?” You responded, which just drove Xavier angrier.

“You’re coming.” Before moving toward the door, he spat. You knew xavier loathed Tyler. You knew he’d be furious if he saw you interacting with the barista. But you also knew you’d get fucked senseless later that night. You gathered your bag and got to your feet while grinning proudly. You figured Xavier would be eyeing you through the window so you laid a tender goodbye kiss on Tyler's cheek. And the long haired boy certainly was, his jaw nearly breaking. As you finally left the coffee shop, Xavier was waiting for you with even more rage.

“What’s your problem?” You inquired, being well aware of his problem.

“What’s my problem?” Laughter escaped his lips before his angered expression took over again. “You’re my fucking problem! You think this is a game, huh?” His voice now spewed poison. His tightening hold on your hips caused you to shiver in place as he leaned down toward your ear. "I have a better game for you in mind,” he took your hand and led you back to Nevermore after that. No other words were spoken the entire way home.

Later that night, he fucked you senseless, just as you anticipated. Except it didn't happen just once. Or twice. It was three times and was now preparing for another.

“You think you’re so smart, sweetheart. Two can play at this game.” He grabbed your chin and jerked your head up to look at him. Xavier was amused by the fucked out expression you had on your face. Your chin was dripping with saliva, mascara smudged in the corners of your eyes, and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. With his free hand, he squeezed your face even harder, as his other pumped ruthlessly inside you, aiming to elicit your fourth orgasm. “You’re a slut you know that? Did you forget you were my little slut at the weathervane?” You twitched around his fingers and moaned aloud when his fingers curled and hit the spongy spot inside of you.

“Say it again.” He demanded. You felt a sting on the side of your face when you took too long to find the words he desired to hear.

“You-you win, xavier!” A satisfied grin appeared on his face once more. Although he despised seeing you with that normie, he had to admit the sex was ten times better when you toyed with his emotions like that. You also had to acknowledge that, despite the fact that you two were merely "friends," you enjoyed when Xavier’s possessive side came out. Xavier relished in the fact that he had something Tyler could never lay his hands on — you.

[theshippirate22]

having thoughts about Robin freaking out because she doesn’t know how to kiss and she’s got a date tonight and what the fuck is she supposed to do and asking Steve to teach her and of course he gives her a lesson (typical practice-makes-perfect kind of lesson) but it sucks lowkey because they’re next level platonic that it just doesn’t work and he starts freaking out too because he realizes he hasn’t kissed anyone since ‘84 and he’s convinced he’s forgotten how to do it.

at which point, he calls Nancy to come over and help (because she was his last kiss yk? it makes sense to him somehow) they kiss for a while to try and figure out what’s wrong, but then Nancy is like, this is stupid, if we’re teaching Robin why am i re-teaching you so you can teach her when we can cut out the middle man and i can teach her directly, so then Nancy and Robin start kissing

at which point, Eddie wanders over to bug Steve and walks in on Nancy straddling Robin’s lap and Steve watching them make out and ohohohoho boyyyy he’s gotta stick around and see where this goes

which then becomes, Nancy kissing Eddie to see if it’s different enough that it’s a big deal, then telling Robin to kiss Eddie just in case, which is *horrible* for both of them because while Eddie may be bi, Robin is NOT his type and he’s certainly NOT hers

then eventually, Nancy decides she’s good enough to go on her date (Robin decided 45 minutes ago that she’s going to cancel the date and see if Nancy wants to meet her at Skull Rock wink wink) so they leave

And it’s then and only then that Eddie admits he doesn’t know how to kiss either, and Steve, charming hero that he is, is like oh! well i just remembered so I can show you now! and next thing they know they’re hooking up on Steve’s couch

[celeborn-of-doriath]

// So I go on a hiatus for 5 years and there was nobody who followed in my footsteps to remind you all that OG Celeborn actor is fucking shredded? I am sorry that my fellow Eastern Europoors did not pick up and carry my mantle when I fell in battle. I am sorry you did not know the Google fu for Eastern Europe search engines. Now you know.

[thesstandsforslut]

Everyday I wake up and scream because I cannot give that man the most sloppiest gag worthy toe curling blow job that he deserves and my tummy hurts bc it will never feel him rearranging my guts.

Leon has ruined my brain

no because SAME like looking at his miserabe little face like he needs his dick sucked and it'll never be by me and it's not fair >:( Anyway I was just gonna write like a short little imaaine thing for this but it took over my nervous system and started writing itself :) Somehow this has ended up at nearly 1100 words and it has not been proofread enjoy Leon ruined your brain but this ask ruined mine

Leon Kennedy/reader (kind of fem, like it's not specified but it just feels that way idk

Contains: idk rough sloppy blowjob? use of whore, hair pulling, mentions of gagging but there's no vomit, nose cum???

Word count: 1k+

minors DNI, obviously

He comes home from a mission, and just looks so sad. So you take his hand, quietly lead him over to the sofa, and gently push him to sit down. After pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head, you drop to your knees between his legs.

His hands tremble as he unbuckles his belt. With a smile, you take over to unbutton his pants. You place a smattering of kisses above the waistband of his boxers as you hook your fingers in them to pull them down.

His cock is still soft when you reach it, but it twitches with every kiss you press along it. Your hands rest one on either thigh as you tenderly kiss and lick his length. When he's fully hard, when his breathing is heavy and his hand twitches with the need to be buried in your hair, you take the tip in your mouth and suck.

He sighs, and you watch through your lashes as he lets his head drop against the back of the sofa. You smile and hum, moving your head down just a little before pulling back. His head shoots back up so he can glare at you but you just cheekily grin back at him with the tip of his cock resting on your stuck out tongue. Leon was always so nice to you; you had to tease him so he would let go.

He puts a hand gently on the back of your head. A warning. Telling you that if you didn't do it, he would. You defiantly wrap your lips around his tip again, and hold still, playfully looking him in the eyes, daring him to do it.

Finally, grabbing your hair in his first, he pushes your head down on him. You can't help the little moan that escape through your nose when he hits the back of your throat. In one last act of stubborn defiance, you try to pull your head back. You barely move an inch before Leon's strong hand shoves you back down. Your throat muscles twitch as his cock is forced down.

Your fingers dig in his thighs as you take all of him, and for a moment, he simply holds your head there and watches you. Your eyes scrunched up, mouth stretched so wide for him. Your nostrils flare as you desperately try to breathe and tears start stinging your eyes. Then, with a firm grasp on your hair, he tugs, pulling you all the way off him.

After a second of coughing and catching your breath, you open your eyes. He's blurry through your tears but you know he's giving you that same stern, eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned look he always gives you when you tease him too much, and fuck does it make you squirm.

"Think you can behave?" He sneers, and you nod, face flushed. He hums, letting go of your hair to hold your face by your chin. As he leant forward, he pulled you towards him as well. Nose to nose, he smiled at maliciously.

"Now, you're gonna choke on my dick like a good little whore."

Then he let you go, leaning back and stretching his arms out along the top of the sofa. Your hands fell from his thighs as he died his legs further apart, waiting for you.

You lick your lips before wrapping then around him again. No more teasing. You hum, bobbing your head up and down and hollowing your cheeks. But Leon got impatiently quickly. He grabbed your hair again, holding you stay but not quite pushing.

"I said. Choke." he reminds, and you whine around his cock. You push yourself down further, ignoring the way your throat clenches to try and stop you. Trying to keep up with the pace you'd already set, you start bobbing again. Leon groans, the hand in you hair tightening and he started lifting his hips to meet you.

Your hands on your lap grab at the fabric of your pants as you try to desperately ignore the burning in your throat. Tears stream down your face and you're drooling around him, spit dripping onto your knees. You try to look at him, to see his reaction to you, but you can't see anything past the water in your eyes.

Eventually, you need to pull back. You put one hand on his, the one in your hair, and tap him. He immediately removes his hand for you. As soon as your throat is clear, you gag and cough and gasp for air. Briefly, you lie your head on his thigh.

"You okay?" He asks, hand returning to it's place on your head but this time he's striking your hair gently. You sniff, look up at him, and nod your head.

Sitting back up straight, you kiss the head of his prick with your now puffy lips. You get right back into your rhythm. Leon's thrusting starts stuttering.

"Fuck, the noises you're making..." He's breathless as he talks, little pants and moans spurring your motions on. Your face and legs are soaked, and your throat is screaming at you to stop, but he's so close.

His fist in your hair is shaking as he guides you. With one last push, Leon holds your head all the way down. His hips raise up as he finally releases. Cum shoots straight down your throat and you begin spluttering around him. You reach behind to hold his arm. As his moans fade into pants, he lets you go.

You quickly pull back. His cum spurts out your mouth as you cough and heave. You collapse against him, breathing uneven. Leon recovers before you do.

Sitting forward, he gently holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing the tears on your cheeks. He lets out a little laugh when he looks at you, smiling far too endearingly to be the same man that just destroyed your jaw with his cock.

"What's so funny?" You ask with a pout.

"It came out your nose." He wiped the cum from under nose and pushed his thumb into your mouth. You squeaked and recoiled as he laughed.

"Well I'm glad you're feeling better," you say with a playful glare.

"You just slobbered all over my dick but this is where you draw the line?" He teases you.

"Yes, Leon," you state, climbing into his lap and reaching over to the side table for some tissues. "I draw the line at nose cum." As you clean yourself up, you laughs heartily, nuzzling his face into your tear-wet neck.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i recently remembered DickTim Week 2024 is happening very soon and i looked at the prompts again to see if i could get anything out for it and. the Hades & Persephone AU prompt for day 1 has got me really thinking so here's a vague concept i plan to write.

i've been pretty burnt out on modern Hades & Persephone retellings because of how they always seem to fall into the same generic "innocent wide-eyed girl runs from her evil mean mother into the arms of a dark mysterious man because actually she went willingly and chose to marry him" which has gotten repetitive for my tastes. (for clarity i don't care if this retelling is your cup of tea personally, so long as you're not actively trying to rewrite the original myth and claim untrue things about it, if this is your favorite flavor i sincerely hope you enjoy the buffet i just have little interest in it since it feels overdone for me and exhausted of it's supposed commentary atp)

but? but. biblically accurate Hades & Persephone AU has me all kinds of interested. because wait listen so hear me out right. Hades!Dick and Persephone!Tim, obviously. i feel it'd be more loosely inspired by with themes and imagery (though playing with death and nature powers could be interesting, i haven't decided) rather than explicitly making them gods and all. but. something dark and fucked up where Dick and Bruce are especially estranged. maybe to do with Jason's return, maybe to do with them just clashing and having their usual explosive arguments. and Bruce knows the peace needs to be kept, if he and Dick are at odds then everyone starts to pick sides and things just fracture so he needs a peace offering.

and the peace offering is Tim.

Bruce (the stand-in for Zeus) offers up Tim. agrees to have Tim move to Bludhaven and be Dick's... whatever Dick wants him to be. knowing that with the implication comes the likelihood of Dick grooming Tim. and Tim has no real say and is hesitant to put up a real fight. he doesn't want this, he knows what this is going to imply Dick will do to him, but he also knows if he says no things have the possibility to just... fall apart. so he's the unwilling bride, dragged off to the metaphorical underworld (Bludhaven) with Dick, away from his family, his friends, the life he built.

and on the flip side, i think weirdly enough, your best pick for the Demeter stand-in is *Jason*. just, hear me out on that. not necessarily on the side of it being motherly, but on Jason being just estranged enough from the Batfamily to be the one willing to call it out for being bad and wrong and raising bloody hell to get Tim back. maybe it's because Jason wants Tim for himself, maybe it's truly out of a concern for Tim to have autonomy, i'm toying with the idea of it primarily being Tim's POV and him genuinely not knowing which of these is true. (and the truth possibly ends up being a complicated middle ground) and because i like Helena, i think you can use her as the Hekate stand in, the one who strikes a tentative alliance with Jason and tries to go find Tim and bring him back. Tim stuck with Dick, getting groomed and hyperaware of it, possibly even getting fucked the whole time as well, knowing he can't go back without causing massive issues for Dick and Bruce because well, Bruce did promise him to Dick. so he has to adjust his whole life, try to figure out being a vigilante in this new city with Dick breathing down his neck the whole time.

and then much like the ending of the myth, a sort of compromise is struck that's a shaky deal for everyone involved. Tim is put on an essential timeshare, going back and forth between Gotham, where he has friends and family and a support system, then getting dragged right back to Bludhaven with Dick in this brutal cycle that he slowly gets used to and stockholm'd into even liking it. Dick isn't so bad, once he gets used to the quirks of their unbalanced 'relationship'. the sex is even something he can adjust to as well. not quite a happy ending but one that sits in this realistic grey area that becomes Tim's life.

i will write this, eventually, but i don't know if i'll get to it before DickTim Week ends so by posting the idea i'm essentially putting it out into the world so the peer pressure holds me accountable. i just. really like the potential of making Hades/Persephone AUs as fucked up as they can be simply by adhering to the source material and making it a raw story of being stolen away and forced to like this new home you didn't ask for.

also a less fleshed-out aspect of this idea i have ties into Persephone becoming the Queen of the Underworld when she's taken and how the transition from Kore to Persephone could be reflected in Tim. how he makes the best of the worst situation and becomes something far more dangerous and dark when he's in Bludhaven, possibly takes on a new vigilante name/identity and leans into the worst quirks of his personality he tries to tamper because there's no point in not going full tilt Obsessively Weird if he has no choice anyway and it being one small way he takes back his autonomy, and that inevitably making Dick *more* into him, because he gets to see Tim finally just. let loose.

[templeofulysses]

men are so pretty and for what

getting fucked stupid and dumb until they’re nothing but a cum dump thats what

someone just grasping at your forearms while their head is thrown back onto your shoulders, jerking them off mercilessly, tears streaming down their face as they sob pathetically into your ears

anyway hows everyone doing tonight

[catominor]

sulla/metellus pius fic be upon ye...